The Girl He Craves

The Girl He Craves By Demiah13 Chapter 75

75

Sophie’s pov

I feel the blood drain from my face as I read the note over and over again.

And every single time, I felt nausea crawl up my throat and feel the squeezing of my heart.

It’s painful.

Knowing he slept with her brought on pain, it hurt me so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. I shakily closed the draw in disgust, my eyes filling up with tears.

Did he f**k her before he f**ed me or after?

My heart squeezed even more as the thought hit me.

I gripped the phone harshly, my fingers trembling.

I bit into my bottom lip, nearly splitting it in the process.

This hurts.

And I know it shouldn’t.

I breathed out a shaky breath, blinking but that only re- sulted in the tears to roll down my cheeks.

My lungs burn and I shakily place the phone on the desk.

Come on Sophie. Get a grip!

He has hurt you before, you knew he was a manwhore. Nothing has changed. Why are you still making this hurt you?

I let out shaky breaths, hoping to ease my heart and stop the burning in my throat.

I was supposed to be strong when it comes to him and yet I am still the girl who gets butt hurt when Aiden does things like this.

I gripped the edge of the desk and pushed the chair back a little and buried my face in my hands.

I whispered, soaking

tears.

all my fault for making him hurt me when he clearly didn’t have to try

sobbed lowly, feeling my heart

she’d surely smack you across your head or yell at you to

I knew that my s**pid heart still loved Aiden. Even after all these years I still love

that didn’t mean that I had

crying over him, Sophie? My con-

two were ever a thing. You were never a thing in high school, sure- ly

hurt you

him, Sophie. My conscience reminded

conscience was right. Aiden would always hurt me. And I should’ve seen this coming, even if it was unintentional- ly

messed with my head and

sooner or later. Now pull yourself together and show him that you don’t care for

about what he does or who

eyes, straightening my

I got this.

nasty red lace thong I slammed

Focus on Ashton. Not

my hand through my hair and then

sure my eyes and cheeks are dry, I make

voice fluttered through the other end.

on each other

at a

my throat. “Mila it’s

whose phone did you steal because….” She drawled out

them to

phone in my hand brutally, my throat

Mila rushed out in slight

my lids. “He uhm….”

his shoulder and literally

that part in case she got here with- in shockingly only ten minutes with cops

She was that crazy.

a good thing? You still got your job

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